EXECUTIVE SUMMARY (For those who don’t have time to read the whole thing):
Judge a woman not by her words, but by her actions.
For me, keeping this in mind has simplified my interactions with women. Instead of wondering what a woman is thinking, instead simply observe her actions. This works both ways.
For example, does she say she’s into you, but she refuses to make out or get intimate, or doesn’t answer calls or messages? Then obviously, she is NOT into you!
ON the other hand, does she say she doesn’t want to take things further or says she is not sure, but you can tell by her actions that she is keen for you? Then, chances are that she IS into you, but is just afraid to say it.
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Ok, some background info. I work in a government department, regional office, about 180 staff over 3 floors.
Over the last month, I’ve gotten a bit of a reputation as a e-mail humourist due to some of my funny e-mails that get around the office (including one prank one that unfortunately went viral when it was forwarded around the whole office), but it has got me into a bit of “trouble” with the humour police. Still, any publicity is better than none.
Anyway, there’s this girl (HB, about as tall as me, 5’8”, curvy, with D tits and a nice ass) who works on the floor above me (she’s 22, I’m 27). Started there about the same time as I did, 5 months ago (as I later found out). She’d responded to some of my e-mails (and she tends to send out a few funny ones as well), but I didn’t even know what she looked like until a couple of weeks ago, since we don’t work in the same area.
Somehow during our e-mails, the topic came up of spankings (since I had been into a bit of trouble due to some of me-mails, I joked about getting a spanking from my supervisor, who’s a woman).
Anyway, after a few e-mails back and forth on this, HB comes back with “I am not in receiving spankings from women” (underlined exactly like that). I suspected she was keen, but I had to take it slow since the last thing I would want is a sexual harassment complaint on top of everything else.
So, various e-mails back and forth, me mainly teasing her, and eventually the topic of numbers come up, and after a bit more dancing backwards and forwards (including me pretending to be gay, but do you have any nice guy friends you can hook me up with? ha ha), and we exchange numbers by e-mail.
Fast forward to Wednesday night, we got together, a meal out (nothing fancy, at the beach) [needless to say, I only paid for mine] and back to my place.
Play some card games, and end up on my bed. Making out commences. Have to admit though, HB did show some restraint. I could tell she was totally into it, and yet she managed to make sure both of us kept our clothes on (if I have a chick with me on my bed, I don’t die wondering, so she did have to resist my advances on several occasions).
Perhaps a bit frustrating, but did I react or act insecure? No, took it in my stride, and after some more heavy making out and grinding, I eventually dropped her back at her place fairly late (my balls were blue after that, so I had to “relieve the pressure”, which as it turned off, was a good thing for a couple of days later).
Next day, more e-mails back and forth (after I dropped her off, she lay up for an hour with “distracting thoughts”, apparently all my fault…).
And she says she would like to meet up again, as long as all our clothing stays on again. I didn’t react to that (judge a woman by her actions, not her words) except to say “yes, I can’t believe you managed to get my shirt off me last night…I’ll have to more careful next time!” (actually I took it off, not her, she loved that turn around).
Friday afternoon after work and we have a get together of a fair few young people from the office at one of the classy pubs down on the beach. A good crew.
I’d invited her with a text earlier in the day that read something like “Treat yourself to a couple of drinks at the watermark after work today kid, you’ve earnt it.” (I’d been playing the age difference through our interactions in a humorous way by calling her a kid and me an “old man” – obviously 5 years isn’t that much of a difference)
She shows up with a couple of friends from the office after a bit. Initially we’re at opposite ends of the table, so no interaction. Then when I’m up at the bar getting some drinks, she walks past and pulls my ear teasingly (so it’s on).
A bit later, and we “accidentally” end up next to each other at the table. Some good kino under the table, and some of my mates start to notice.
Anyway, she also has some work colleagues there (who don’t know what’s going on between us) so it’s not the right time to start something.
So, the time comes to move onto the next place, and HB says she’s going home to get changed into better clothes. So some more teasing abut her bailing early (although she insists she’ll be back out), but after she leaves and we’re on our way to the next place, my mates are wondering why I didn’t try to make more of a move when she was into me (they don’t know about 2 nights ago).
But I’m pretty sure she’ll be back out later. Fast forward to the next place. We’d been there for a bit when HB messages me “Are you still out, where are you?”, so I tell her.
In a bit she shows up with her friend. HB is wearing a nice short skirt and slinky top so she’s obviously keen. At a place near the dance floor and she ends up on the couch next to me. My mates are still there, plus some others from work, and she’s obviously into me (at first, she was touching me more than I was touching her). A bit of make out and some dancing ensues.
We move onto the next place, but have lost the others. After literally 5 minutes, me and HB leave, and head back to my place (walking distance). We get back into it on my bed. She makes a bit of a play about having self control and no clothes will be coming off again.
I don’t react to that (judge a woman not by her words, but by her actions) and we keep making out. I succeed in getting her top off (she wasn’t trying too hard to stop me by this stage).
She says “Oh, this is so bad, we work together”, but she obviously is into it, because soon she is tearing my clothes off…So much for her keeping her clothes on next time we met up (which is what she’d said).
So, I f*ck her silly a couple of times through the night and the next morning, and we collapse as a spent heap on my bed.
Motto of the story (in case you didn’t get it already): judge a woman not by her words, but by her actions!
ADDENDUM – I initially typed this up in a word doc, but didn’t post it for a bit, since I wasn’t on the net. But when doing my washing a couple of days later, I came across the shirt I was wearing on that night,
A moderately fancy button up shirt, it had a large tear down the side behind my arm on the left side. She had quite literally torn my shirt off me. I’ll definitely have to make sure she finds out about that!
Judge a woman not by her words, but by her actions.
For me, keeping this in mind has simplified my interactions with women. Instead of wondering what a woman is thinking, instead simply observe her actions. This works both ways.
For example, does she say she’s into you, but she refuses to make out or get intimate, or doesn’t answer calls or messages? Then obviously, she is NOT into you!
ON the other hand, does she say she doesn’t want to take things further or says she is not sure, but you can tell by her actions that she is keen for you? Then, chances are that she IS into you, but is just afraid to say it.
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Ok, some background info. I work in a government department, regional office, about 180 staff over 3 floors.
Over the last month, I’ve gotten a bit of a reputation as a e-mail humourist due to some of my funny e-mails that get around the office (including one prank one that unfortunately went viral when it was forwarded around the whole office), but it has got me into a bit of “trouble” with the humour police. Still, any publicity is better than none.
Anyway, there’s this girl (HB, about as tall as me, 5’8”, curvy, with D tits and a nice ass) who works on the floor above me (she’s 22, I’m 27). Started there about the same time as I did, 5 months ago (as I later found out). She’d responded to some of my e-mails (and she tends to send out a few funny ones as well), but I didn’t even know what she looked like until a couple of weeks ago, since we don’t work in the same area.
Somehow during our e-mails, the topic came up of spankings (since I had been into a bit of trouble due to some of me-mails, I joked about getting a spanking from my supervisor, who’s a woman).
Anyway, after a few e-mails back and forth on this, HB comes back with “I am not in receiving spankings from women” (underlined exactly like that). I suspected she was keen, but I had to take it slow since the last thing I would want is a sexual harassment complaint on top of everything else.
So, various e-mails back and forth, me mainly teasing her, and eventually the topic of numbers come up, and after a bit more dancing backwards and forwards (including me pretending to be gay, but do you have any nice guy friends you can hook me up with? ha ha), and we exchange numbers by e-mail.
Fast forward to Wednesday night, we got together, a meal out (nothing fancy, at the beach) [needless to say, I only paid for mine] and back to my place.
Play some card games, and end up on my bed. Making out commences. Have to admit though, HB did show some restraint. I could tell she was totally into it, and yet she managed to make sure both of us kept our clothes on (if I have a chick with me on my bed, I don’t die wondering, so she did have to resist my advances on several occasions).
Perhaps a bit frustrating, but did I react or act insecure? No, took it in my stride, and after some more heavy making out and grinding, I eventually dropped her back at her place fairly late (my balls were blue after that, so I had to “relieve the pressure”, which as it turned off, was a good thing for a couple of days later).
Next day, more e-mails back and forth (after I dropped her off, she lay up for an hour with “distracting thoughts”, apparently all my fault…).
And she says she would like to meet up again, as long as all our clothing stays on again. I didn’t react to that (judge a woman by her actions, not her words) except to say “yes, I can’t believe you managed to get my shirt off me last night…I’ll have to more careful next time!” (actually I took it off, not her, she loved that turn around).
Friday afternoon after work and we have a get together of a fair few young people from the office at one of the classy pubs down on the beach. A good crew.
I’d invited her with a text earlier in the day that read something like “Treat yourself to a couple of drinks at the watermark after work today kid, you’ve earnt it.” (I’d been playing the age difference through our interactions in a humorous way by calling her a kid and me an “old man” – obviously 5 years isn’t that much of a difference)
She shows up with a couple of friends from the office after a bit. Initially we’re at opposite ends of the table, so no interaction. Then when I’m up at the bar getting some drinks, she walks past and pulls my ear teasingly (so it’s on).
A bit later, and we “accidentally” end up next to each other at the table. Some good kino under the table, and some of my mates start to notice.
Anyway, she also has some work colleagues there (who don’t know what’s going on between us) so it’s not the right time to start something.
So, the time comes to move onto the next place, and HB says she’s going home to get changed into better clothes. So some more teasing abut her bailing early (although she insists she’ll be back out), but after she leaves and we’re on our way to the next place, my mates are wondering why I didn’t try to make more of a move when she was into me (they don’t know about 2 nights ago).
But I’m pretty sure she’ll be back out later. Fast forward to the next place. We’d been there for a bit when HB messages me “Are you still out, where are you?”, so I tell her.
In a bit she shows up with her friend. HB is wearing a nice short skirt and slinky top so she’s obviously keen. At a place near the dance floor and she ends up on the couch next to me. My mates are still there, plus some others from work, and she’s obviously into me (at first, she was touching me more than I was touching her). A bit of make out and some dancing ensues.
We move onto the next place, but have lost the others. After literally 5 minutes, me and HB leave, and head back to my place (walking distance). We get back into it on my bed. She makes a bit of a play about having self control and no clothes will be coming off again.
I don’t react to that (judge a woman not by her words, but by her actions) and we keep making out. I succeed in getting her top off (she wasn’t trying too hard to stop me by this stage).
She says “Oh, this is so bad, we work together”, but she obviously is into it, because soon she is tearing my clothes off…So much for her keeping her clothes on next time we met up (which is what she’d said).
So, I f*ck her silly a couple of times through the night and the next morning, and we collapse as a spent heap on my bed.
Motto of the story (in case you didn’t get it already): judge a woman not by her words, but by her actions!
ADDENDUM – I initially typed this up in a word doc, but didn’t post it for a bit, since I wasn’t on the net. But when doing my washing a couple of days later, I came across the shirt I was wearing on that night,
A moderately fancy button up shirt, it had a large tear down the side behind my arm on the left side. She had quite literally torn my shirt off me. I’ll definitely have to make sure she finds out about that!
